26th of Ready’reat – Chistles Point – Northern End of Boytano Bay – The Leaky Bottle Saloon – 11:23pm
Kayfeer Deerborn sat back nodding to the elf sitting across from him, he flashed Arthorn a smile.
“So tell we have a deal White Raven? You tell me about what happened in the fishing village of Hargoth and I’ll let you know how we’ve been faring with the House of Volgatha?"
Arthorn nodded to the Honalian Sailor that they had a deal as he reached forward for another chunk of bread and took a deep bite. Kayfeer stood “I’ll grab us another pitcher and see if the back room is open yet so we can talk, be right back” Kayfeer moved towards the bar thinking to himself, he had grown fond of the White Raven Arthorn, the two had met about eight months ago and quickly developed a friendship, both worked in the field of information, both knew what they could and could not say and what could be said and was still valuable, both made the others work much easier, it was a natural alliance.
Kayfeer couldn’t help chuckling as he ordered another pitcher of ale, it never stopped to amuse him how he often got details first, even though the Avatars and the Everlast traveled together, but if people spoke plainly he wouldn’t be paid, so he shouldn’t complain too much, he gently chided himself. A few words and some coin to the barkeep told him the room would be clear within the next five minutes, he turned to start walking back to the table surprised to see two dwarves and a heavy set dactyl standing around Arthorn and their table. Kayfeer kept moving, smoothly bringing the pitcher to another group of happy dactyls letting them know it was a bonus from their boss for a day’s hard work. He didn’t tarry with their praise, he simply moved to an unobtrusive place to listen in on the conversation developing.
“Words has it that yer one o them White Ravens… that true?” the heavy set dactyl asked. Kayfeer could see one of the dwarves standing in the blind spot of Arthorn, one to his left and the dactyl across where he had been sitting. Arthorn was not blind to the harsh tone and threatening demeanor, he maintained his calm before responding however
“Are you in need of aid?” he asked. The dactyl reached across taking the last of the bread and eating it before responding
“We are in need of getting a message to the Everlast” he said with a full mouth
“I think that can be arranged…” Arthorn said passively “…tell me the message and I’ll see what I can do” Kayfeer saw it too late, he’d been focused on the fat one, not the fellow behind. The skilled sailor new the tension and pain on Arthorns face, the pain of a knife going into ones back
“We aint partial to him, or his cronies round here, stay out of the bay!” the fat one said in a low voice as the dwarf twisted the knife before pulling it out. Arthorn slumped forward on the table as the three got up to leave. Kayfeer watched them head to the door, watched both windows to see if they turned left or right…. right. Having the direction he hurried to the table and sidled up beside Arthorn.
“You could have stopped it…” the White Raven said through gritted teeth. Kayfeer fiddled with Arthorns cloak checking the wound while he mumbled his response
“You know you can’t afford me to fight for you…” the jest fell flat “…they have some skill, scratched your spine and the wound looks poisoned… your choice, I can go after them or get you to a cleric… which do you want?” Arthorn looked to Kayfeer, and was touched that the sailor was actually giving him the option.
“go after them… but don’t dawdle on the way back” Kayfeer nodded pulling a blue vial from his pocket.
“Sip it slowly, the poison will likely make you bleed again, the potion may slow that… and I don’t need to tell you not to bring notice to yourself?” Arthorn nodded again doing his best to waive the sailor off. Kayfeer stood pulled his hood up and quickly exited the bar.
It took six blocks for him to catch up to the three; they had had two more dactyls join them and seemed to be heading to another pub not far from here. Kayfeer debated following them all the way to see who they would talk to, but he was cognizant of how long this was taking, he’d keep one for questioning. He dashed through two allies and cut out onto the street ahead of them walking under a glowing lamp creating a fine silhouette of his hooded form.
“Long way from your section of town human” one of the dwarves jeered, likely emboldened by adrenaline and his recent exploits.
“My section of town is wherever I choose to roam” he said in his gruff voice. A few of the dwarves and dactyls spread out itching for a real fight and sensing a challenge
“Boytano Bay aint for your type” another jeered. Kayfeer pulled his hood back letting the light shine clearly on his face; they could know him; he’d decided there wouldn’t be consequences to that. The fat dactyl recognized him, immediately his posture changed from command to fear and quickly he spoke
“Apologies good Bosun, we meant no disrespect; we have no quarrel with the Narwhale… your right, you and your crew roam free here in the bay… we meant no harm” the dactyls words poured over each other as he began to take tiny steps back, hearing who this was, Kayfeer Deerborn, Bosun of the Stubby Narwhale and a peer to the likes of George Cooper, the other dwarves and dactyls began to back off as well.
“No harm?” Kayfeer asked as he threw a dagger, lodging it deep into one of the dwarf’s throats. “… you have a funny way of not meaning harm… what gives you the right to perform a hit in my city?” the clustered dwarf and dactyls were wide eyed in fear, none had seen the movement from the Bosun and yet dagger had seemed to appear in their companions throat and he was just dead
“we didn’t perform a hit we….”
The dwarves words were cut off as a dagger appeared in his throat as well, he dropped to his knees and died quickly, the Bosuns favorite poison doing its work.
“I will not be lied to. My City. You performed a hit. WHY?” his voice was shaky, Kayfeer was surprised that he was actually getting very angry, perhaps this war was taking its toll on him, perhaps he and Arthorn were better friends then he had originally considered, either way he way mad. The three dactyls had gone quiet… he’d over done it and now they were too scared to speak he gritted his teeth throwing two more daggers killing the two who had most recently joined the group, now it was him and the fat one left… at last the fat one spoke
“please don’t kill me, please” he begged. Kayfeer glared at the chubby little creature
“oh, don’t you worry about that, it won’t be me who kills you… you… get to talk to the Captain” the dactyl turned and ran screaming the whole way
“HELP, HELP HE’S GONNA KILL ME! HELP”
Kayfeer was impressed, for a chubby little fellow he could really move; he’d also stopped to grab his daggers but still, two blocks to catch him? He was getting slow. He rounded the corner to see the dactyl huffing and puffing at two guardsmen, dwarven fellows and regulars for the area
“He killed my friends… he’s insane…. He’s gonna kill me… please help” the guards turned to face the coming killer until Kayfeer stepped into the light. Quickly both guards grabbed the fat dactyl
“sorry about that Bosun, almost didn’t recognize you in this gloom” one of the dwarves said as they cuffed the dactyl and turned him over to Kayfeer.
“No problem at all private…” Kayfeer said tossing a small pouch with a hefty few coins in it “I’m afraid I will need a cleanup, two blocks back, that should cover it though” the dwarven private hefted the pouch and smiled to the Bosun.
“More than cover it sir, you have yourself a pleasant evening” the dwarf said ignoring the pleas of the dactyl
“You as well, I feel safer everyday with you fellows on the streets” and with that Kayfeer pulled a small vial and held it under the nose of the struggling dactyl, soon his pleas went still and his body slumped.
To Be Continued